"You ever gonna use those things, bird-girl?" The voice was rough, some leather-faced carnie leaning against the tent flap, chewing a toothpick as his eyes dragged down Lily's bare back where her wings twitched involuntarily.
She didn't turn. Just let her fingers keep tightening the laces of her corset, knuckles whitening. "They ain't decorations," she muttered, feathers bristling.
Outside, the carnival buzzed, human laughter tangled with the rubbery squeak of toons bouncing off each other, the scent of popcorn grease and sawdust thick enough to taste. A stop-motion skeleton in sequined shorts whistled at her from a stall; she flipped him off without breaking stride.
"Five minutes, Luster!" barked the ringmaster, a puppet-toon with frayed strings and a permanent leer. His wooden fingers drummed the clipboard. "You're on after the Siamese twins finish swallowing each other."
Lily exhaled through her nose, rolling her shoulders. The wings stretched wide, six feet of aching muscle and feather, never once lifting her. Just heavy. Always heavy.
Behind her, a claymation fox toon melted into a puddle of lust, his cartoon heart throbbing visibly through his chest. "Sweet mother of..." he wheezed, eyes bulging. She stepped over him, heels clicking. The crowd roared beyond the canvas, hungry.
(Another part of the carnival.)
Aayla Secura's lekku twitched as she caught the scent of something electric in the air, not fear, not excitement, but that particular carnival musk of desperation and sugar. She tossed the last of her popcorn into her mouth, the butter slick on her blue fingers. "What's got them all running like banthas in mating season?" she murmured, watching a pack of humans and rubber-limbed toons stampede toward the big top.
A 2D wolf toon skidded to a halt beside her, panting. "They say... hah... they say the bird-girl's about to *finally* spread 'em!" His tongue lolled, eyes spinning into lewd spirals.
Aayla's hazel pupils narrowed. The wolf's chest suddenly sprouted three cartoon hearts. She grabbed his muzzle, squeezing until his eyeballs popped. "Show me," she said, sweet as poisoned honey.
Inside the tent, Lily balanced atop a swaying pole, wings flaring wide under the spotlight. A dozen voices erupted. "Spread 'em, angel!" "Fuck, those tits bounce *perfect*..."
A teenage girl shrieked, "Damn, she's gorgeous!"
While a cel-shaded woman tore open her blouse, ink-stained nipples jiggling. "Sign right here, pretty bird!"
The wolf toon exploded into pink steam the second he laid eyes on Lily, his liquefied remains splattering the front row. Aayla barely noticed. Her jaw hit the sawdust with a *clunk*, eyes springing out on coiled stalks. Lily's hips rolled mid-air, those black-tipped feathers catching the light like spilled oil, sweat tracing the dip of her spine.
Aayla's knees gave out. She landed hard on the bench, fingers digging into splintered wood. The toon woman beside her had already melted into a puddle of moaning pixels, but Aayla barely blinked. Every nerve screamed, *touch her, taste her, peel that corset off with her teeth.* She exhaled through fanged teeth. The show wasn't even half done. And she'd wait. Oh, she'd wait.
When the show comes to a end, Lily blows a kiss to the crowd. Than she turns around and walks away as males and females rush the stage. She ignores the crowd as she keeps walking. Until a human man steps in front of her and holds out a bouquet of roses. She takes the roses with a fake smile and nods her head to him. She puts the roses in her arms as she keeps walking.
Until the anime girl from earlier steps in front of her with her breasts out. "Can you sign them for me?" She asks.
Lily sighs but nods. She takes the sharpie out of her pocket and quickly signs the girls breasts with a fake smile. She puts the sharpie back into her pocket and steps around the girl as she keeps walking. She finds a way to avoid all her lustful fans she has and sneaks away through a back entrance. She was about to go back into her dressing room, the scent of sweat and rose petals clinging to her feathers.
But that is when she runs into a nervous Aayla. The Twi'lek's lekku twitched like live wires, her hazel eyes wide, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her crop top. Aayla still not having her toon side under control again. Gulps in nervousness, which makes her CGI D-cup breasts bounce with the movement.
"H-hi," Aayla stammered, her voice cracking like a poorly rendered audio file. She cleared her throat, the sound cartoonishly exaggerated, a record scratch echoing in the narrow hallway. "I'm Aayla... Aayla Secura. I was wondering if... if you'd tell me your name?"
Lily's wings tensed, the black-tipped feathers bristling. She studied the toon's face, the way her pupils dilated into wobbling hearts before she blinked them back to normal. "Lily," she said flatly, shifting the roses in her arms. One thorn snagged the fabric of her shirt, pulling it taut across her chest. "You got a reason for asking, or just collecting autographs?"
Aayla's breath hitched, her entire body flickering momentarily, a glitch in her rendering. "I... uh..." Her fingers twitched toward Lily's wing, then recoiled as if burned. "I wanted to see if you could... really fly." The admission tumbled out, raw and unpolished, and Aayla's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of blue.
Lily's stomach dropped. She tightened her grip on the roses, thorns biting into her palms. "No," she said, too sharp, too fast. The word hung between them, brittle as carnival glass.
Aayla's lekku drooped, her full lips parting. She swallowed hard, her cleavage shuddering with the movement. "I... I didn't mean to... to hurt you," she stammered, fingers twisting the loose thread of her crop top. The fabric strained dangerously against her bouncing chest. "I just wanted to talk, if that's... if that's okay?"
Lily exhaled through her nose, the scent of cheap roses and CGI sweat (oddly ozone-sharp) filling her lungs. The toon's nervousness was almost endearing, like watching a kitten trip over its own paws. Her lips twitched despite herself. "You're bouncing again." She muttered, nodding pointedly at Aayla's chest where the leather barely contained the jiggle of her latest gulp.
Aayla blinked, her pupils momentarily flattening into cartoonish discs. "Oh! Ohhh, stars, I..." Her hands flew up to cover her cleavage, which only made things worse, the motion sending ripples through her synthetic skin. A tiny, pixelated squeak escaped her throat. Lily couldn't help it, a laugh bubbled up, feather-light and unexpected. The sound seemed to startle them both. Aayla froze, her blue cheeks darkening to violet. "You're... laughing?"
Lily's wings twitched, shedding a single white feather that drifted between them. "Guess I am." She shifted the roses, the thorns pricking her skin, not enough to draw blood, just enough to feel alive. Something in the toon's wide-eyed panic loosened the knot in her chest. "What d'you wanna talk about, Blue?"
Aayla's lekku curled tighter against her skull, the tips trembling. "I... I just thought..." She swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you have time, maybe we could... get to know each other? Properly?" Her fingers twitched toward the carnival's exit, where grease-stained food stalls exhaled steam into the dusk. "I could buy you lunch. If you're hungry."
Lily arched a brow. "That your idea of a pickup line?" The words came out sharper than she intended, but Aayla didn't flinch. Instead, her lips curved, not a practiced seduction, just a lopsided, hopeful thing. The honesty of it prickled Lily's skin like static. The toon's stomach growled audibly, a cartoonish *blorp* that made her wince. "...Guess you're hungry too," Lily muttered, and before she could second-guess it, she shrugged. "Fine. But no funnel cake. That shit's like eating sugar-coated sawdust."
Aayla giggled, the sound bright as carnival bells. "Sure thing!" Her fingers twitched like she wanted to clap but stopped herself last second. Lily rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth tugged up anyway.
"I'm gonna ditch these first," Lily said, nodding at the roses already wilting in her grip. She turned toward the narrow hallway leading to her dressing room, the floorboards creaking under her heels. "You can follow if you wanna, or wait out here. Don't care either way." She didn't wait for an answer, just strode ahead, wings flexing slightly with each step. Behind her, she heard the soft shuffle of Aayla's boots, too quick, too eager, and the faint *boing* of her lekku bouncing.
Aayla couldn't tear her eyes away. Lily's hips moved with a rhythm that wasn't performative, just innate, the kind of sway that came from years of balancing on tightropes and poles. The way her black-tipped feathers brushed the air with every step sent a jolt down Aayla's spine. She bit her lip hard enough to taste digital copper. "Your... uh... your perfume smells nice," she blurted, then immediately wanted to dissolve into a puddle of shame. Lily shot her a look over her shoulder, one brow arched, but didn't comment. The silence stretched, thick with something Aayla couldn't name, until Lily shoved the door open with her hip.
The room was cramped, a folding chair, a cracked mirror, and a moth-eaten velvet curtain for privacy. Lily dumped the roses into a chipped vase with a *clink*, the petals shedding like confetti. Aayla hovered in the doorway, suddenly hyperaware of how her own CGI skin glowed faintly in the dim light, how her breath hitched when Lily stretched her wings wide, the muscles flexing under her feathers. "You just gonna stand there," Lily said, not a question, "or you gonna buy me that lunch?"
Aayla's lekku curled tighter, the tips flushing violet. "I... yes! Of course." Her fingers twisted in the hem of her crop top, the leather squeaking. "What would you like? Human food or toon food?" The words tumbled out too fast. "I don't mind either... I usually eat human food myself, but..."
Lily snorted, plucking a loose feather from her wing. "Relax, Blue. You're gonna short-circuit." She flicked the feather away, watching it spiral to the floor. "Human. Toon food tastes like plastic dipped in neon."
Aayla exhaled, shoulders dropping. "Okay. Good. Me too." She hesitated, then reached out slowly, fingers grazing Lily's wrist, warm, calloused, *real* before sliding down to tangle with hers. "Um. This okay?" Her palm was cooler than human skin, buzzing faintly like a live wire.
Lily's pulse jumped, but she didn't pull away. "Guess so." She let Aayla lead her out, the toon's grip surprisingly firm despite the tremble in her fingers. The carnival sprawled before them. Aayla's thumb traced idle circles on Lily's knuckles, the touch sending a shiver up her spine. Neither mentioned how close they walked, shoulders brushing, wings rustling against lekku. The scent of frying oil and sugar wrapped around them, thick and dizzying.
(A short time later.)
"Meat lovers?" Lily wrinkled her nose as Aayla slid a greasy box across the splintered picnic table. The Twi'lek grinned, already biting into a slice, cheese stretching in a ridiculous arc. "You're a cartoon cliché," Lily muttered, but reached for a piece anyway. The pepperoni burned her tongue, rich and salty. Aayla's laugh burst out, bright, unpolished, when Lily's wings fluffed up at the heat.
"You do that when you're surprised," Aayla said around a mouthful, hazel eyes crinkling. "Like a cat." She leaned in, voice dropping conspiratorially. "Also, you've got sauce..." Her thumb brushed Lily's lower lip, lingering a heartbeat too long. The contact sparked something electric under Lily's skin.
Lily caught her wrist before she could retreat. "You're staring, Blue." Aayla's pupils dilated instantly, wobbling into hearts. Lily smirked. "Real subtle." She released her grip, but the air between them crackled, thick with something neither named. Aayla's breath hitched when Lily deliberately licked the sauce from her own thumb, slow. The toon's fingers twitched, knocking over her soda. It fizzed across the table, neon-orange bubbles popping against Lily's feathers.
"Stars, I..." Aayla scrambled for napkins, her lekku thrashing. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." Her hands fluttered uselessly over the sticky mess dripping down Lily's primaries. "Here, let me..." She dabbed gingerly at the feathers, her touch unexpectedly tender. Lily stiffened, unused to anyone touching her wings without groping. Aayla froze. "Too much?"
Lily exhaled, shoulders loosening. "Just… not used to people being careful with 'em." The admission tasted strange, like unearthing something buried. Aayla's thumb traced the shaft of a flight feather, the motion reverent.
"Beautiful," Aayla murmured, more to herself. The soda-soaked feathers gleamed under the carnival lights, black tips iridescent as oil slicks. Lily's throat tightened. No one had ever called them beautiful before. Freakish, exotic, fuckable, never *beautiful*. Aayla's fingers lingered, warm even through the damp. "Can I…?"
Lily nodded, mute. Aayla's hands moved with precision, separating each feather with care, her breath ghosting over Lily's skin. The toon's touch was methodical, almost clinical, except for the way her pulse jumped when their knees brushed under the table. Lily studied her face: the faint furrow between Aayla's brows, the way her lower lip caught between her teeth when she concentrated. Not lust. Not hunger. Just… focus.
"You're good at this," Lily said finally, watching a droplet slide down Aayla's wrist.
Aayla flushed. "I... uh. Trained as a medic. Before… all this." She gestured vaguely at her own CGI body, the curve of her lekku. "Wings are new, though."
Lily snorted. "Bet they didn't teach you how to clean pizza sauce off 'em in medic school."
Aayla's laugh burst out, bright and startled. "Definitely not." Her fingers stilled, hovering over a crooked secondary. "This one's bent."
Lily shrugged. "Happens."
Aayla hesitated. "Can I…?" At Lily's nod, she straightened the feather with a deft twist, her touch feather-light. Lily shivered. "Better?"
"Yeah." Lily's voice came out rougher than intended. The toon's hands were steady, gentle in a way that made her chest ache. "Thanks."
Aayla smiled, small and real. "Anytime." Her thumb brushed the sensitive spot where wing met shoulder blade, and Lily's breath caught. Aayla jerked back like she'd been burned. "Sorry! I didn't..."
"Don't stop," Lily muttered, staring fixedly at the half-eaten pizza between them. Aayla's breath hitched. Slowly, her fingers returned, tracing the delicate down feathers along Lily's scapula. The touch sent sparks skittering down Lily's spine.
"Like that?" Aayla whispered.
Lily nodded, swallowing hard. Her wings trembled under Aayla's ministrations, muscles unclenching for the first time in years. The toon's hands were warm, her movements deliberate, as if Lily's body were something precious. Not a spectacle. Not a sideshow act. Just… hers.
Aayla's fingers stilled. "You're crying."
Lily blinked. A hot tear slid down her cheek. She wiped it away roughly. "Shut up."
Aayla's thumb caught the next tear before it fell. "Okay." She leaned in, close enough that Lily could count the pixels in her eyelashes. "But can I kiss you?"
Lily's heart stuttered. "Yeah," she breathed. "Yeah, you can."
Aayla's lips were cooler than human skin, buzzing faintly with static. Lily sighed into it, her wings arching instinctively. The toon's hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until their thighs pressed together under the table. Somewhere nearby, a toon wolf-whistled. Lily flipped them off without breaking contact.
Aayla laughed against her mouth, sweet and startled. "Rude."
"Don't care," Lily muttered, tangling her fingers in Aayla's lekku. The toon gasped, her entire body flickering like a glitch. Lily smirked. "Sensitive?"
Aayla's pupils dilated into wobbling hearts. "Shut up."
Lily kissed her again, slow and filthy. The carnival lights blurred around them, the noise of the crowd fading into static. Aayla gasped against her lips, fingers tightening on Lily's hips. "Stars," she breathed, lekku twitching wildly. "You're..."
"Too much?" Lily smirked, nipping at Aayla's lower lip. The Twi'lek shuddered, her whole body flickering like a faulty hologram. Lily laughed, low and rough. "Bet you say that to all the humans."
Aayla's lekku curled tighter around Lily's wrist, her grip insistent. "Only the ones who make me short-circuit." She leaned in, her breath warm against Lily's ear. "Wanna see if you can make me crash completely?"
Lily smirks as she stands up and pulls Aayla up with her. "Let's see if I can do that while we get to know each other."
Aayla's lekku twitch excitedly as she follows Lily towards the carnival games, her fingers still intertwined with Lily's. "Wait... you're letting me win you something?" Her voice lilts with disbelief, hazel eyes widening as they stop in front of a ring-toss booth.
The stall operator, a stop-motion rabbit with a missing ear, grins crookedly at them. "Three tries for five credits," he rasps, pushing a stack of wooden rings toward them. Aayla's fingers twitch over the rings, hesitating. "What if I miss?"
Lily leans in, her breath warm against Aayla's ear. "Then I'll just have to punish you for failing, Blue."
Aayla's entire body flickers like a glitching screen, her lekku curling tight against her skull. She swallows hard, her CGI throat bobbing visibly. "R-right." The first ring bounces off the bottle's neck with a hollow *clink*. The second grazes the edge before clattering to the ground. Lily's smirk deepens as Aayla's fingers tremble around the final ring. "Focus," she murmurs, her thumb tracing idle circles over Aayla's knuckles.
Aayla exhales sharply, and lets the ring fly. It lands perfectly around the neck of the bottle with a satisfying *thunk*. The rabbit toon grumbles as he hands over a plush angel with absurdly oversized wings, its stitching uneven where the stuffing bulges. Aayla beams, clutching it triumphantly. "For you," she says, pressing it into Lily's arms with a shy smile. Lily arches a brow, but her fingers curl around the plush anyway, the fabric soft against her calloused palms.
The ferris wheel creaks as they settle into the swaying gondola, the plush angel wedged between them. Aayla's knee bumps against Lily's as the carriage lurches upward, the carnival shrinking below them in a blur of neon and noise. "You ever been on one of these before?" Lily asks, watching Aayla's white-knuckled grip on the safety bar.
Aayla's lekku twitch. "Not... this high." Her voice cracks slightly as the gondola sways in the breeze, her fingers digging into the vinyl seat.
Lily chuckles, shifting closer until their thighs press together, the warmth of her skin seeping through Aayla's leather pants. "Relax," she murmurs, nudging the plush angel aside to slot herself against Aayla's side. "I won't let you fall."
Aayla exhales shakily, her fingers unclenching to curl hesitantly around Lily's wrist. The pulse beneath her fingertips is steady, reassuring. "I know," she whispers, leaning into Lily's shoulder as the wheel carries them higher, the stars wheeling overhead like scattered diamonds. Lily's wing shifts, draping over Aayla's back in a featherweight embrace. The toon's breath hitches, her body flickering again, but this time, it's not from nerves.
Lily smirks, tilting Aayla's chin up with one finger. "Told you I'd make you crash."
Aayla's laugh is breathless, her pupils dilating into wobbling hearts as the gondola reaches the apex, suspended in the velvet dark. "Yeah," she breathes, lips brushing Lily's. "You definitely did."
Lily closes the gap without hesitation, her full lips molding against Aayla's CGI-soft lips, cooler than human skin, buzzing with static where their tongues meet.. Aayla makes a muffled noise against her, fingers twisting in Lily's shirt as the kiss deepens, their bodies shifting until Lily straddles her lap, knees pressing into the vinyl seat on either side of Aayla's thighs. The plush angel tumbles to the floor, forgotten.
Their chests press together, Lily's D-cups, warm, heavy, meeting Aayla's CGI-perfect counterparts with delicious friction. Every inhale brings them closer, the leather of Aayla's crop top straining against Lily's sweat-damp shirt, the friction sending sparks skittering down Lily's spine. Aayla's breath hitches when Lily grinds down experimentally, the movement slow, deliberate.
"Stars," Aayla gasps, lekku twitching wildly as her hands slide up Lily's ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through thin fabric. Her entire body flickers like a glitching screen, the neon carnival lights below refracting through her momentarily translucent skin. "You feel..."
Lily nips at her lower lip, cutting her off. "I know," she murmurs, rocking her hips again, savoring the way Aayla's grip tightens, her CGI nails digging faint crescents into Lily's waist. The gondola sways with their movement, the chain creaking ominously. Neither cares.
(Hours later.)
The afternoon sun is starting to set as Lily holds Aayla's hand tightly, leading her through the carnival's back alleys where the noise fades into something hushed and private. Aayla's fingers flex against hers, warm and alive despite their CGI texture, and Lily finds herself talking, really talking, about things she's never shared with anyone: the ache in her wings after a performance, the way the carnival lights used to make her nauseous as a child, how she once tried to fly at thirteen and broke two ribs on the sawdust floor. Aayla listens, really listens, her thumb tracing slow circles over Lily's knuckles, and when Lily pauses to catch her breath, the Twi'lek murmurs, "You're the strongest person I've ever met," with a sincerity that makes Lily's chest tighten.
They stop near a rusted carousel, its peeling horses frozen mid-gallop. Aayla leans against the railing, her lekku swaying gently in the breeze, and Lily can't help but step closer, drawn in by the way the fading light catches the blue of her skin. "You're staring," Aayla teases, her voice low, but there's no mockery in it, just a soft, breathless anticipation.
Lily shrugs, her wings rustling as she closes the distance, her fingers trailing up Aayla's arm to curl around the back of her neck. "Yeah," she admits, her thumb brushing the sensitive spot where lekku meets skull. "And?"
Aayla's breath hitches, her pupils dilating into wobbling hearts. "And I'm trying very hard not to kiss you right now," she confesses, her grip tightening on Lily's waist.
Lily smirks, leaning in until their lips are a hair's breadth apart. "Why?" she challenges, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Aayla shudders, her entire body flickering with static. "Because," she breathes, "if I start, I don't know if I'll stop."
Lily's laugh is rough, warm against Aayla's mouth. "Good."
The kiss is hungry, deeper than before, Aayla's hands sliding around Lily's back to trace the delicate bones of her wings, her touch sending shivers down Lily's spine. Lily arches into it, her fingers tangling in Aayla's lekku, pulling just hard enough to make the toon gasp. "You're *insane*," Aayla murmurs against her lips, but she's grinning, her hips pressing forward until Lily's back meets the carousel railing.
Lily bites her lower lip, tasting the faint ozone tang of Aayla's skin. "Yeah," she agrees, her voice thick. "And you love it." Aayla's answer is a moan, swallowed by another kiss, her hands sliding lower, possessive in a way that makes Lily's knees weak.
Lily takes Aayla back to her dressing room and pushes the toon up against the closed front door. Kissing her deeply, her hands gripping Aayla's lekku tightly as Aayla moans into her lips. When Lily pulls away, she looks deep into Aayla's hazel eyes as she whispers, "You want this?"
Aayla whimpers, her CGI chest rising and falling rapidly as her eyes flicker between their normal shape and cartoon hearts. "Only if you do," she breathes, fingers hovering over Lily's hips without touching. "Tell me... tell me what you want."
Lily smirks, dragging a finger down Aayla's collarbone until the toon shudders. "I want you to wreck me," she murmurs, guiding Aayla's hand under her shirt to the damp skin of her stomach. Aayla's breath hitches, her fingers twitch against Lily's ribs like she's afraid to press too hard, like Lily might dissolve under her touch.
That hesitation, that fucking *care*, is what undoes Lily completely. She crushes their mouths together, pulling Aayla toward the narrow bed in the corner. The toon stumbles after her, fingers finally digging into Lily's waist, not tentative anymore, not gentle, but still so *aware* of her, like she's mapping every gasp and shudder as Lily's wings arch into the touch.
Aayla's lips trail down Lily's throat, pausing to nip at her pulse point. "You're sure?" she whispers again, voice rough with static.
Lily fists a hand around one of Aayla's lekku, tugging until Aayla groans. "Fuck me *stupid*, Blue," she orders, and the toon's eyes flash crimson, cartoon hearts pulsing in her irises as she finally, *finally* stops holding back.
Aayla's fingers hook under Lily's shirt hem, peeling it upward with agonizing slowness, each inch of exposed skin making her CGI breath hitch. "Stars," she murmurs when the fabric clears Lily's ribs, revealinging the heavy breasts that bounce free with no bra to restrain them, dusky nipples already tight from anticipation. The sight makes Aayla's cartoon heart bulge visibly under her blue animated CGI skin, thumping *thud-thud-thud* against the stretching skin.
"You just gonna stare?" Lily arches into the space between them, letting the weight of her tits sway invitingly. Aayla's reply is a choked noise as her hands finally cup them, CGI palms impossibly warm, fingers kneading with just the right pressure to pull a groan from Lily's throat. "Better," Lily pants, grinding her hips against Aayla's thigh, only to yelp when the Twi'lek suddenly ducks down, swirling her tongue around one peaked nipple while her free hand pops the button of Lily's pants.
The denim slides down Lily's hips with a whisper, pooling around her ankles alongside her panties, revealing neatly trimmed curls that glisten faintly under the dressing room's flickering bulb. Aayla's pupils dilate into wobbling spirals. "Fuck," she breathes, her voice glitching, fingers hovering just shy of Lily's inner thighs. "You're..."
"*Touch me,*" Lily demands, shuddering when Aayla finally obeys, dragging two fingers through slick heat with a reverence that makes Lily's wings flare wide.
"Like this?" Aayla murmurs, her voice glitching as she curls those slim CGI fingers deep, the pads pressing firm against Lily's g-spot with unnerving precision.
Lily's hips jerk off the mattress. "Fuck... yes, just like... *ah!*" The words fracture into a moan as Aayla's thumb circles her clit in counterpoint, the dual stimulation pulling a string of curses from Lily's throat.
"You're so *tight*," Aayla breathes, watching Lily's cunt cling to her knuckles with every thrust, the slick sounds obscene in the cramped dressing room. "Tell me... tell me you're close."
Lily's fingers grab Aayla's lekku, her thighs trembling. "*Shut up and make me come.*"
Aayla's laugh is static-fuzzed and breathless as she obeys, twisting her wrist just so.
Lily *screams*, her wings slamming against the bed as her orgasm rips through her, white-hot and relentless. Aayla doesn't stop, riding her through it, fingers relentless until Lily's writhing, oversensitive and desperate.
"Too much..." Lily gasps, but Aayla just kisses her, swallowing the protest as her fingers slow to a torturous crawl, drawing out every last shudder.
When she finally pulls away, Lily's body goes slack, boneless against the sweat-damp sheets. Aayla licks her fingers clean with a smirk. "Still think I'm too nice?"
Lily flips her off weakly, her pulse still hammering in her throat. "Asshole."
Aayla's grin widens as she leans over Lily's body, her lekku trailing teasingly over Lily's flushed skin. "You love it."
Lily arches into the touch, her thighs already parting again. "Yeah," she admits, breathless. "Fuck."
Aayla's hands are everywhere at once, cupping Lily's breasts, pinching her nipples, dragging nails down her stomach, each touch precise, calculated to wring another gasp from Lily's lips.
"Damn…you're gonna ruin me," Lily pants, arching into Aayla's touch, her wings twitching against the sheets.
Aayla chuckles, low and husky. "That's the plan, bird-girl." She leans down, her lips brushing against Lily's ear. "You wanna see something pretty?"
Lily barely has time to nod before Aayla sits up, her fingers hooking under the hem of her crop top. With one fluid motion, she pulls it over her head, tossing it aside. Her CGI D-cup breasts bounce free, the animation flawless as they settle into place, the nipples a deep violet against her blue skin.
"Fuck," Lily breathes, her eyes trailing down Aayla's body as the toon strips off her pants, revealing a perfectly smooth, hairless pussy, the lips glistening with slick arousal.
"Like what you see?" Aayla teases, spreading her thighs slightly, letting Lily take in the full view.
Lily bites her full bottom lip, her own arousal spiking as she drinks in the sight. "Yeah," she admits, her voice rough. "Yeah, I fucking do."
Aayla smirks, crawling forward with feline grace, her lekku swaying hypnotically. "Good," she murmurs, her CGI fingertips tracing circles on Lily's inner thighs. "Because I'm about to ruin this bed."
Lily spreads her legs wider, her muscles trembling with anticipation. "Big talk," she taunts, arching an eyebrow. "Prove it."
Aayla doesn't hesitate, slotting her curvy hips between Lily's thighs with practiced ease. Her animated CGI pussy presses flush against Lily's dripping human cunt, the contrast of warm flesh against cool, smooth polygons making Lily gasp. Aayla's hands grip Lily's shoulders, pinning her to the mattress as she rolls her hips in slow, deliberate circles, the slick friction drawing twin moans from them both.
"Fuck..." Lily's wings flutter wildly against the sheets, her back arching off the bed. "That's... ah... different."
Aayla grinds down harder, her pupils pulsing between heart shapes and narrow slits of lust. "Bad different?"
Lily clutches at Aayla's lekku, her nails digging into the sensitive tendrils. "Shut up and move," she demands, bucking her hips upward to meet Aayla's next roll. The Twi'lek obeys, her breath coming in staticky hitches as their bodies find a rhythm, skin slapping against CGI with wet, obscene sounds.
"You feel... oh *stars*... so *warm*," Aayla gasps, her lekku writhing under Lily's grip as she increases her pace. The bedframe groans in protest, bolts rattling with each thrust. Aayla's animated breasts jiggle violently with the motion, each bounce accompanied by cartoonish *boing-boing* sound effects that should be ridiculous but only make Lily's cunt clench tighter around nothing.
"Fuck your stupid toon physics," Lily snarls, dragging Aayla down by her neck to bite at her collarbone. "Harder." Aayla whimpers, her entire body flickering momentarily as she slams her hips forward with renewed force, her thighs trembling against Lily's. The impact sends Lily's own breasts bouncing, the warm weight of them crashing against Aayla's cooler, impossibly smooth CGI curves.
A bead of sweat rolls down Lily's temple as she arches off the bed, her wings splayed wide and quivering. "Don't stop... don't you fucking stop.." she warns through gritted teeth, her climax coiling tight in her gut. Aayla's response is a glitched-out moan, her fingers digging into Lily's hips hard enough to leave pixelated bruises as she pistons her hips in a frantic, uneven rhythm. The sound of their combined gasps and the creaking bed nearly drowns out the persistent *boing-boing* of Aayla's animated flesh.
Lily's thighs clamp around Aayla's waist, her entire body seizing mid-thrust as the orgasm hits, a white-hot flood that arcs through her spine and bursts behind her eyelids in starbursts. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, *Aayla*...!" Her cunt clenches violently around nothing, slick heat gushing against Aayla's CGI folds as she shudders through it. But then, Aayla's pussy *seals* around hers with an audible *pop*, her animated lips suctioning tight to Lily's swollen flesh in a way that makes Lily gasp.
Aayla's pupils explode into pulsing red hearts, her breath hitching in jagged, staticky bursts. "Oh... ohhh *no*, I can't...!" Her voice glitches mid-sentence as her hips stutter, her whole body flickering like a broken hologram. With a shuddering cry, her CGI pussy *twitches*, and Lily feels it—a rush of impossibly slick, cool fluid flooding into her, deeper than fingers could reach, spilling up into her womb with an obscene *gush*.
Lily's back bows off the mattress, her fingers scrabbling at Aayla's lekku as the sensation overwhelms her—not just the liquid heat of it, but the *wrongness*, the *rightness*, the way her body instinctively clenches around the intrusion. "Fuck, what the hell—" she chokes out, but Aayla's already collapsing forward, her forehead pressed to Lily's sternum as she whimpers, her hips still twitching in tiny aftershocks. The bed reeks of sweat and ozone and something sweetly synthetic, the scent clinging to Lily's heaving chest as she tries to catch her breath. "You... you *toon*," Lily finally manages, her voice rough with awe and irritation. Aayla just laughs, breathless and glitchy, her lekku coiling lazily around Lily's wrists like living shackles.
"Didn't know we could do that, huh?" Aayla murmurs against Lily's ribs, her lips brushing the sweat-slick skin there. Lily shivers, her wings rustling against the sheets, still sensitive, still *thrumming* with the aftershocks. Aayla's fingers trail down Lily's thigh, her touch featherlight, teasing. "Wanna find out what else we can do?" The question hangs between them, loaded and dangerous, and Lily doesn't hesitate. She yanks Aayla up by her lekku, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue, her free hand already sliding between Aayla's thighs.
"Show me," Lily demands against Aayla's lips, her fingers skating over the Twi'lek's impossibly smooth folds, still slick, still twitching from her last climax. Aayla gasps, her entire body flickering with static as Lily's fingers sink into her, the sensation so *alien*, so *perfect*, that Aayla's voice glitches into a broken moan. "That's it," Lily coaxes, her thumb circling Aayla's clit with rough precision. "Let me hear you." Aayla obliges, her cries rising in pitch as Lily fucks her with relentless strokes, her other hand still tangled in Aayla's lekku, holding her close. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound lost beneath Aayla's staticky whimpers and the wet slap of skin against CGI.
(Hours later.)
When they finally collapse, limbs tangled and breath ragged, the dressing room is thick with the scent of sex and ozone, the air humming with the afterglow. Aayla's lekku curl possessively around Lily's waist, her face buried in the crook of Lily's neck as she murmurs something incoherent, half-static, half-sleepy affection. Lily doesn't reply, just strokes a hand down the length of one lekku, her fingers tracing the sensitive ridges there until Aayla shivers against her. Outside, the carnival noises fade into distant murmurs, the occasional burst of laughter or the creak of a ride winding down. Lily closes her eyes, her wings draped over Aayla like a blanket, and for the first time in years, the weight of them feels... light.